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Saturday, October 15, 2016

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Tiffany knows Santa is real.
After all, she caught her mother with him ten years ago. What Tiffany doesn’t
realise, is that the shifters she reads about are real, too, and there’s one on
her roof.

Robert was kidnapped as a child
and forced to live a life of slavery until one night he meets his mate. She
frees him from the spell he’s under and he escapes the clutches of the one who
stole him.

They think they’re getting their
HEA, only now Tiffany finds herself wielding incredible amounts of unmanageable
magic, and there’s only one person who can help her.

Robert’s captor.

ENCUMBERED

A tantalising aroma roused her,
the waft of scent carried in on a breeze that teased her bare skin. Night had
fallen and stars greeted her as she opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched,
feeling the pop and click of joints and muscles re-taking their place in her
chair-stiff body. As she flexed her neck from side to side, she raised her arms
high above her head, clasping her hands together. Kristy’s spine crackled
satisfyingly as she arched backwards, inhaling deep and exhaling through the
stretch.

A lingering taste tickled her
tongue making her inner panther growl with longing. Acting on instinct, long
supressed impulses flared to life. With her nose held high in the breeze and
her mouth slightly open to catch flavours, Kristy stripped off her clothes
without thought, kicking her shoes toward the camper.

Her shift overcame her quickly,
the cat within her desperate to come out. Kris followed her enhanced predatory
nose and chased the incoming breeze.

Through the trees she bounded,
large paws thrumming a beat in the undergrowth. Her whiskers twitched, her
senses on overload. Small animals fled from her path, but it wasn’t them that
had her attention.

The scent grew stronger as she
ran and her senses reeled. It would be most un-feline of her to let her tongue
loll from her mouth to catch the olfactory delight that saturated the air; so
she did it anyway and was greatly rewarded.

Kristy’s mouth tingled in delight
as she followed the scent trace. Not only had it stirred a primal response from
her animal, it had also kick-started her arousal. She didn’t need to have a
cock to lose blood from her brain; girls had bits that required increased flow
too.

I've been a covert operative in a foreign country, jumped out of helicopters for fun, and bungee jumped over the side of a Styrofoam factory into a vat of beans made for beanbags.
I can also leap Lego towers in a single bound, pack school lunches like a boss, and burn myself on any hot surface.
My multiskilling is out of this world and I successfully masquerade as an average parent 24/7.
Do not be fooled by my mediocrity. To do so is at your own peril.
Also, don’t believe everything you read!

All frivolity aside, I'm a stay-at-home mum to three gorgeous girls. We live in country Victoria where the birds are abundant, the wildlife hops down the main street in town, and the cats catch rabbits for tea. I'm a little crazy, but I think all authors are! The voices make me write wicked and naughty things, but I have so much fun letting them out to play, I don't try to reel them back in.

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.

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Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.

Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?

We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.

2014 is going to be a big year for me, as I debut my first novel early in the spring and the majority of the remaining series as the year goes on. I’ll also be releasing at least one, hopefully two, books in a second series. Both are set in small towns and both will feature smart, spunky heroines and sexy, smokin’ hot heroes. Oh, and romance…sometimes sweet and sometimes sizzling.